So we’re taking our afternoon stroll down to the post box (it’s all go up here in the countryside, I tell you) when we pass a man who is sitting parked in his car, quietly reading his book. We say good afternoon, he says good afternoon, we walk down to the post box, we stand on the bridge for a while to see if there are any dipper (there aren’t), we say hello to the woman who keeps goats, we buy some eggs using the honesty box outside the cottage that sells eggs, we walk back (look, we’ve quit our jobs, our telly doesn’t work, the internet is operated by means of some string and two tin cans - we have to stretch these things out somehow), and he is still there, still reading. We say hello, he says hello and we pass on by.

I’m guessing he hasn’t told his wife yet that he’s lost his job. Anybody got any other suggestions?